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I doubt not but with honour to redrefs ;
Flourish. Enter King Henry, Exeter, Gloucester,
Winchester, Warwick, Somerset, Suffolk, and
With written pamphlets studiously devis'd,
From envious malice of thy swelling heart.
Win. Glo'ster, I do defy thee. Lords, vouchsafe
Glou. As good?
Win. Ay, lordly Sir; for what are you, I pray, But one imperious in another's throne?
Glou. Am not I then Protector, saucy priest?
Glou. Yes, as an out-law in a castle keeps,
Win. Unrev'rend Glo'ster!
Glou. Thou art reverend
Win. This Rome shall remedy..
Som. Methinks my Lord should be religious,
then; It fitteth not a prelate fo to plead.
Som. Yes, when his holy state is touch'd so near,
War. State holy or unhallow'd, what of that? Is not his Grace Protector to the King ?
Rich, Plantagenet, I see, must hold his tongue; Lelt it be said, Speak, sirrah, when you should
Must your bold verdict enter talk with Lords'?"
Else would I have a fing at Winchester.
K. Henry: Uncles of Glo'ster and of Winchester, The special watchmen of our F.nglish weal, I would prevail, if prayers might prevail, To join your hearts in love and amity. Oh, what a scandal is it to our crown, That two such noble peers as ye should jar! Believe me, Lords, my tender years can tell Civil diffention is a vip'rous worm, That gnaws the bowels of the common-wealth.
[.A naise within ; Down with the tawny coats ! K. Henry. What tumult's this?
War. An uproar, I dare warranty Begun thro' malice of the Bishop's men.
[.A noise again ; Stones, Stones! SCENE II.
Enter Mayor. Mayor. Oh, my good Lords, and virtuous Henry, Pity the city of London, pity us. The Bishop and the Duke of Glo'ster's men, Forbidden late to carry any weapon, Have filld their pockets full of peeble-ftones, And, banding themselves in contrary parts, Do pelt so fast at one another's pates, That many have their giddy brains knock'd out; Qur windows are broke down in ev'ry Street, And we for fear compell’d to shut our shops.
Enter. Men in Skirmish with bloody pates. K. Henry. We charge you on allegiance to our
felves, To hold your flaught'ring hands, and keep the
peace. -Pray, uncle Glo'ster, mitigate this strife. :
1 Serv. Nay, if we be forbidden ftones, we'll fall to it with our teeth. 2 Sero. Do what ye dare, we are as resolute.
[Skirmish again. Glou. You of my household, leave this peevish And set this unaccustom'd fight aside. [broil,
3 Serv. My Lord, we know your Grace to be a man
1 Sero. Ay, and the very parings of our nails Shall pitch a field when we are dead.
K. Henry. O how this discord doth afflict my soul !
War. My Lord Protector, yield; yield, Winche.
Win. He ihall submit, or I will never yield.
Glou. Compassion on the King commands me stoop,
War. Behold, my Lord of Winchester, the Duke
Glou. Here, Winchester, I offer thee my hand.
? A bopkman. Fobnfos.
War. Sweet King! the Bishop hath a kindly gird. For shame, my Lord of Winchester, relent; What, thall a child instruct you what to do?
Win. Well, Duke of Glo'iter. I will yield to thee: Love for thy love, and hard for hand, I give.
Glou. Ay, but I fear me, with a hollow heart.
Win. aside.] So help me, God, as I intend it not!
K. Henry. loving uncle, gentle Duke of Glo'ster, How joyful am I made by this contract ! -Away, my masters, trouble us no more, But join in friendship, as your Lords have done. i Serv. Content, . I'll to the surgeon's. 2 Serv. So will I. 3 Serv. And I'll see what physic the tavern affords.
[Exeunt. SC EN E III.. War. Accept this fcrowl, most gracious Sovereign, Which in the right of Richard Plantagenet We do exhibit to your Majesty. 1 Glou. Well urg'd, my Lord of Warwick : forg,
fweet Prince, An if your Grace mark ev'ry circumstance, You have great reason to do Richard right; Especially for those occafions At Eltham-place I told your. Majesty. K. Henry. And those occasions, uncle, were of
force ; Therefore, my loving Lords, our pleasure is, That Richard be restored to his blood.
War. Let Richard be restored-to-his blood, So shall his father's wrongs-be recompens’d.
Win. As will the rest, so willeth Winchester.:
K. Henry. If Richard will be:true; not that alone, But all the whole inheritance I give, That doth belong unto the house of York, From whence you spring by lineal descent.
Rich. Thy humble servaitt vows obedience,